Inspiration comes
in many guises. For example, book club – great for general chats about the
current book -and some in-depth analysis - but even more so for the chit-chat
that comes after the ‘book talk.’ Honestly - the diverse range of topics that
we manage to cover are truly amazing. I think that tonight we have gone from neutering
dogs, to unreasonable ex-husbands (who equally, should be neutered), from
stress fractures to Alzheimer’s. I should have taken out my notebook. But,
unfortunately as the wine was flowing, my creativity was ebbing.
I sit here now,
writing this - following a bottle of cava. I have the usual ‘comfortable story’
that I deserved a night out, that I deserved a bit of a tipple - the usual story
I guess. But, I do deserve it, it’s
been a difficult, challenging time. But, to be honest, the most therapeutic
thing I have found so far is not cava, but writing. Writing heals the soul. So,
armed with a new arsenal of weapons (by which I mean material) I go forth into a
new day with fresh ideas and a passion to transfer my ideas into words that
perhaps someone else will read and enjoy.
I hope that when my
book-club buddies read my stories that have been inspired by tonight's ramblings, that they will
realise that to be immortalised through words is the greatest form of flattery…
If not, I think I may be looking to join a new book club...
